Winry Rockbell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
installing) wrote2013-04-07 08:44 pm
installing) wrote2013-04-07 08:44 pm
♨ 1 Apple Pie + Nineteen Apples and Cinnamon | Action/Voice ♨
[Today Winry has a busy day! Despite things in her neck of the woods slowly turning normal(ish), she has a lot to do. Feel free to bump into her at any time/place!
[Late Morning: The Library]
With Ed in the tunnels Winry has been running books back and forth. Sokka has done this too, but she's taking this chance to also pick something up herself. A romance novel with a monochrome book cover catches her eye. She'll flip through the first couple chapters in the library before taking off.
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I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.
[Early Afternoon: The Smithy]
Work as usual - not. Off and on Winry tends to small chores and cleaning up prototypes, but nothing extremely productive. She might end up slacking off and reading again on the couch.
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Portland disappears in front of us as we head into US Airspace, though my stomach remains firmly in Oregon. Whoa! All the bright all the bright lights shrink until they are twinkling sweetly below us. It's like looking from inside a fishbowl.
[Late afternoon: The Square]
Winry sits herself on a bench. The book she checked out was very boring so far. The writing wasn't even that good. She reads much further, but at some point she frowns. The mechanic's expression looks like one of disgust as her calloused hands slam the smooth book shut. Quickly Winry sets aside the book to open up her journal:]
Hey, would you trust anybody that made you sign a contract if you were going to keep being with them?
[She glares at the book beside her. Should she finish it? Honestly it's making her very uncomfortable. Maybe she should have picked up a medical text instead.]
[Late Morning: The Library]
With Ed in the tunnels Winry has been running books back and forth. Sokka has done this too, but she's taking this chance to also pick something up herself. A romance novel with a monochrome book cover catches her eye. She'll flip through the first couple chapters in the library before taking off.
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I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.
[Early Afternoon: The Smithy]
Work as usual - not. Off and on Winry tends to small chores and cleaning up prototypes, but nothing extremely productive. She might end up slacking off and reading again on the couch.
The book reads:
Portland disappears in front of us as we head into US Airspace, though my stomach remains firmly in Oregon. Whoa! All the bright all the bright lights shrink until they are twinkling sweetly below us. It's like looking from inside a fishbowl.
[Late afternoon: The Square]
Winry sits herself on a bench. The book she checked out was very boring so far. The writing wasn't even that good. She reads much further, but at some point she frowns. The mechanic's expression looks like one of disgust as her calloused hands slam the smooth book shut. Quickly Winry sets aside the book to open up her journal:]
Hey, would you trust anybody that made you sign a contract if you were going to keep being with them?
[She glares at the book beside her. Should she finish it? Honestly it's making her very uncomfortable. Maybe she should have picked up a medical text instead.]
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Anyone forcing you into a contract already doesn't trust you. How's it going, Win?
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The things he lacks is metal and the smithy is always good for that.
When he arrives, Cross turns to see that girl he had spoken to once before. Winry was her name, right? The boy notices the book in her hands and can't help but try and peer over her shoulder.]
Neeeever heard of seeing something from above being compared to a fishbowl before.
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[ She pauses to think a moment, picking back over all the books she's read over the years, in an attempt to answer her own question. Romance and weird contracts....Gasp! ] Are they trying to swindle someone out of their valuables?!
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So he thought he'd stop in and see if Winry was around and not busy. Don't mind the ninja!gunman who has decided to be nosy and ready over your shoulder for a bit.
Like inside a fishbowl. Huh, he suppose he could see flight or space flight a bit like that.] Good book?
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What did the book do to you?
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A contract?
... Well, there's no point in answering over the book if he's right here. Diamond'll just come close enough for it not to be a bother to talk. Tell the twelve year old about adult romance, Winry!]
It depends on what the contract's for, miss.
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She eyes the book, a brow raised in curiosity. ]
Not a good book?
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Why would anyone make you do that?
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He had little interest in getting a second weapon for himself - he'd stick with what he knew and trusted - but the smithy was an interesting to place to see various alien weapons and technologies up close and study them. To gain an idea of what methods could be employed by enemies.
Jade strolls forward quietly, his hands in his pockets as he notices Winry. Unlike the others, he manages to catch her while she's still working on her prototypes. Although if the book is anywhere nearby, he'll take note of it before long. He announces himself abruptly by going straight into conversation.]
May I ask what you're working on?
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Hey. You busy?
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